High heat, drop kicks, random observations and points that amuse are all part of the wide, wide world of sports at the community and The strict grammarians are wrong. Decades ago, when I was high school – or perhaps junior high – I heard from at least one source that one can’t love inanimate objects. If memory serves, I first heard that from Richmond schoolmate and hardcore Kansas City Chiefs and Royals fan Mark Moyer (may he rest in peace). But one can love inanimate objects. I was reminded of that on a rainy April morning in the Richmond city gym. As I’ve often mentioned, I play pickleball with a group of Excelsior Springs and Richmond-ish folks, when my schedule and body permit. Usually, we play in the city gym. For several months, however, we couldn’t do that because a new floor was being installed and other renovations were being made. When the weather was nice, we played outside at Maurice Roberts Park in Richmond. When it was not so nice, we played at the Excelsior Springs…